I loved showering. The feeling of hot water rushing down my skin was so refreshing. I loved the sensation of getting my hair wet and then letting it drip whenever I got out of the shower.
I had a good body, and I knew it. I ran every morning, worked out, and played on the college's soccer team with a scholarship. My body was perfectly toned and flawless, with perky tits and a great butt. In high school, the boys practically drooled over me, and college was no different. I didn't care much for getting serious, but I enjoyed the teasing I would give them, just enough to put them on edge.
I got more daring in college, stepping out of my dorm room or even the apartment in only my towel. My roommates warned me that one day something would happen, but I ignored it.
Today was that day.
The curtain to my shower suddenly flew open. I shrieked and fell to the floor of the shower, wrapping my arms around my breasts and crotch.
"You're gonna pay, Susan," Darryl said. Oh, crap. Darryl. I had had fun with him. I even teased him with a little "private" show when he thought things were getting serious, and he had gone further than anyone else had, and I let him know it. Then, right when he thought we were something serious, I broke his heart. Man, that had been fun.
He reached over and turned off the water, and then just looked at me. I was suddenly very aware of the lopsidedness of the situation and just how vulnerable I was. I never realized how tall he was until I was basically kneeling at his feet. 'How did you get in here?"
"Kelsey, your roommate?"
"Yeah? What about her?"
